There’s a place called home,
all away from home…

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Scars of my past have still not healed,
Yet I look forward to name none alike..
Is that the reason, we call it life?

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“and it is we who are the subject of karma”, said Dada looking at the car that was crumpled under the loaded truck of alcohol.
Fire oozed every bit of the road enveloping fear and heat, all alike.
Timing or destiny, no one had an answer
Life, just a drama staged in a dream
And we pawns of the great master…

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That duality of life,
Of day and night
Of Sun and light
Of white and black
Of ease and seize
Of warmth and peace…

Those rifling grooves of thoughts
It taught me all that is not
It took me through the fence of emptiness
It stood stark and vary
It was all but weary
Like a day in life,
Still but a part of time
A subtle hold of nuances
And some nuisances

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We rode through sultry years uncertain,
Swallowing seldom suns,
A bare anatomy of wants, hidden
Were they there or burned though ages,
A childlike curiosity rose within
I chant his name and he chants mine
Are we one or think alike….

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“Ola strike!” he yelled!
Yet another day,
another bait time played
Stop for a loss
Loss for a stop!
Murphy’s law took charge, Alas!
“Here is a flavour from March” the skies trolled..

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“Grace is a tremendous force” Shams mustered to Rose,
“And free will defines your destiny” she replied,
The choice is always yours…
The latter only follows….

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If history needs to be written, someone needs to create it!

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a piece of me died inside,
a death that was but certain,
a rebirth of some kind..

I left tumbling on those pebbles,
a fall so often that forgot to say
a blame so subtle it had to be there
a petal so dry destroyed of its own stare

I blew the stink of old relationships
of those that only awarded malice
of ways meanness never knew…
of darkness that era blew

I walked above their grime
and I am all new,
and this new version knows the best is all around
and it all happened so I could be at this ground…

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Stay grounded…

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